I vision a place safe without loss, the beginning of new, the opening on all sides where anyone can relax and sing. It’s a shadow of a place, harbored beyond envy and hate, turmoil and strife. It’s the next train with an open boxcar. A bus sounding loud on a dusty road. A car with … More OUT THERE
Dusk rallies curtains of low level mist forming pillows of rolling fog colliding silently into trees, fences and tilted tombstones. Small noises become shadow art, twisted into what could be the errors of nature or beasts that chase us in dreams. Silence along stonewalls fosters an anxiety of thoughts; fear … More ALONE AT NIGHT
Lights of night blink like stars there up on the hill of Rivertown where music rolls fat down to waters edge soaking ears into smiling willing souls as they cool tired feet in the muddy dark silky quiet currents flowing with the power like the jazz rushing down to them from on high like morning … More RIVERTOWN
The strings of stars descend from higher heavens where daydreams begin and eyes are quenched with cool water while songs sing of the forgets. The black sphere above us holds the end of something far greater than imagination; wild orchids become lost on the canvas of celestial darkness. Gardens below sleep, breathing under closed petals. … More BEFORE SUNRISE
Roger Singer 